My children think its nice to stand over me and ask to lift and help me. I hate it, as nice as it is as a gesture, I start to feel old. I keep seeing Dr. Lang telling dad in a stern voice "TONY, a man's got to do what a man's got to do!"Today I got out of the car without a hand and without the meds. Halleluia! That pain felt like it was going to last a lifetime, it was deep and urgent pain. Now as it dissipates, I am reminded that healing is a gift from God. I am very grateful for the dear and very expectant Dr. who is delighting my life, with encouragements as she looks at the developing and the aging of my bones. She's not my child and she is not a friend. A counselor and overseer of the healing process, We've been blessed with many dear Dr.s down here. A breaking bone and tearing skin season for us. But, the tearing has grafted in these dear people into our lives and hearts and taught us much about our ability to follow the directions of others, who may be younger and yet knowledgeable directors for our health.
Thank you to my family and friends. I am grateful for the well wishes. Thank you to the many doctors and nurses and technologists who serve us. God bless you allNo more trying to lift mom out of the chair, you hear!